Remember when Tracie Egan wrote about how she paid a boy whore to swiftly whisk her sense of safety and proprietorship of her own vagina to a terrible, exciting land called Rapeyville? There's a new book of essays out that claims to contain the best sex writing you're gonna read all year, and though the cover makes it look really bad (what's with all those shitty bracelets?), since it contains Tracie's awesome story we won't argue.
i clicked on the cover to investigate whether or not that was a slap bracelet and then i noticed how fucking sexy those thigh-highs were. hot damn, i think i'm going out tonight.
Posted by: parker | 05/01/2009 at 22:13
rapists wear thongs? yeah, that makes sense i guess.
Posted by: elliot | 05/01/2009 at 22:25
i wish it was called "the best fucking writing of 2009" instead
Posted by: tally ho | 05/01/2009 at 22:39
uhh, where's her belly button?
Posted by: dr. scholl | 05/01/2009 at 22:55
god, i remember that story. what a sad, sad man.
Posted by: ann | 06/01/2009 at 00:03
Girls with fingernails like that touching themselves freaks me out.
Posted by: Gamorrah | 06/01/2009 at 14:10
they photoshopped the belly button, utter retards.
Posted by: Leonie | 06/04/2009 at 15:37
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Posted by: devynabenh | 28/07/2009 at 12:02